When Dust Flies [a Sandlot Fanfiction]

Troopers

I sat alone in the dugout for maybe an hour, when I saw the guys approaching it.
I stood up. "Where the hell have you been?" I yelled at them. "Um, at the pool," Squints started, "checking out pool hotties," he added. I sighed and rolled my eyes. "Whatever," I said annoyed. "We gonna play, or not?" I continued. "Nah, we're gonna just relax or go home. It's too hot," Bertram said. I looked to the side, disappointed. Benny and Smalls stepped out. "I'll stay," Benny said. "Yeah, me too!" Smalls added and nodded. I smiled a little as the rest of the guys walked off.
We started off with playing some catch to warm up, then we played a three person game, which believe me, wasn't easy.
It was Benny who hit, then me and Smalls would try to catch the ball and get Benny out, which we never succeeded.
It got dark, and we all walked back to our street covered in sweat, getting the occasional disgusted look from a passerby. I always smiled when they made faces because none of them understood what real fun was.
We all said goodnight to each other as we neared our houses.
When I got to the sidewalk in front of my house, I nearly passed out to what I was greeted with.